To Julianne

A lot said of Almighty’s modeling Just a few minutes to lunchtime ding Persons like thee make any evidence of such perish You came out hot from a specific idea From the horizon of my world Your image burns like the Maghreb sun As a mortal of black earth that was once green I made special effort to collect my mouth after a grin Which you planted scientifically upon me through a glance Oh my poor scotched heart how will it ever decode The messages you send from your bosom? Upon the part of my lips Your sweet name leaps Straight into niche of memory Gazetted for cauliflory Creating a colony There with live pixels May the heavens bless your viability! Your flower to be sweet upon maturity And your virtues be multiplied as your pollen My nose will never tire to drag in your perfume.